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And that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that makes the day for me"

Got an uncle who owns a bank he's a self made
Nothin' but self-made millionaires so you corporate folks can shut the fuck

[Chorus]

I got a deep freezer up on my neck and snow cones up in my ear
out with a needle, 
I'll make you twist and shout and think I was Beatle. 
Like Lennon or Stalin in a car that won't start, 
If your Volvo is
to hammer me down
A self-made millionaire, baby look at me now
Can't tell me nothing still hungry as the day I began
Cause all I ever really needed was
hit em' up baby 
I know its crazy but I cant get enough baby 
I love it I fuckin' love it 
I'm a self-made-millionaire fuck the public 
Ridin'
hit em' up baby 
I know its crazy but I cant get enough baby 
I love it I f***in' love it 
I'm a self-made-millionaire f*** the public 
Ridin'
made millionaires
Serpents slitherin', sidewind searchin'

Stalkin', heat sensin' can't have me Jet Jag's riki tiki tavi
Superhero hit zero to sixty hot
been provin' to hit so you know it's really real

I went from chillin' on the hills to signin' deals worth fitty mil
Self made millionaire status
We all
seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine
And if you got off in my way while I was headed for that
You found your ass misplaces with your head in your lap
seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine
And if you got off in my way while I was headed for that
You found your ass misplaces with your head in your lap
in my pocket when I unleashed the green 
Gold tank around my neck my pistol's close at hand 
I'm a self made millionaire in these silly streets
Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'
There was a void in New York but now it's filled in
By the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A
To the R, now say
a place, really ain't safe, Cleveland the birthplace
Midwest niggas, yeah, we stay thirsty
Tim's in the winter with the j's in the summer
All four
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
misdemeanor, I'm raisin' hell like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
Intoxicated, we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it
me, our shit is tight

Self-made millionaire, refined myself
My success, God bless, not defined by wealth
Come on, we live in crazy times, niggas
But she won't feel me and they won't like me
If I ain't in them J's or them brand new nikes
Let's dig deeper inside my psyche
When it's all said
like it's two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few MC's
But so what? I just max like I'm playing the sax
And take the crowd to the climax
Yo, Cool J
sized welt
Straight treating 'em like a cell mate
See me I'm climbing hell's gate
Bitch, I'm like your problems: self-made
Meaning someone else's help
realized my destiny in a matter of five years
You know what I’m saying I made myself a millionaire.
I made millions for a lot of people now it’s time
thing fast
Yukon Jack and Digger Dave sounds like a couple of names
That I might’ve just made up
But I’m tellin’ you, this is the truest story I tell
campus
Was thinkin' how she's made it now
That successful feelin'

Walked by fast, hailed a cab
No clue that she'd passed a lab
And while she's sittin' in
Shit fucked up but I can't turn away now
Sold dope around the town, self esteem way down
Jessie made me tougher, he boxed me up
My mama put me in
yo'self a ball

I can do bad by myself
I don't need no help, to starve to death
I can do that on my own
I can do bad by myself
I don't need no help,
the notion that they runnin' the game, huh
I run my own and I'm my own self person
No respect make the situation worse then

Fillmoe, H.P. and Sunnydale,